Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

As his divine sense deepened, Fan Yuan's perception of this riverbed became clearer than ever before.

He felt as if he had become a part of the riverbed, able to feel the breath of every grain of sand and the pulsation of the undercurrents buried deep beneath the silt.

"I see……"

A realization dawned on Fan Yuan: the bottom of this quicksand river, though seemingly chaotic and disordered, actually possessed its own unique structure.

Those undercurrents and whirlpools are all part of this massive formation.

And this essence of the sediment is the key to suppressing this formation!

"Die!"

Just as Fan Yuan was immersed in his enlightenment, a loud shout rang out above his head.

The Wind Patrol finally caught up.

He hovered ten feet above Fan Yuan, his demonic energy surging, and his demon core shone brightly, transforming into a huge cyan claw that cleaved through the waves with earth-shattering power, grabbing down at Fan Yuan's head!

The surrounding mud and sand solidified instantly under this pressure. Fan Yuan felt a tightness all over his body, as if he were bound by invisible chains and could no longer move an inch.

There's no way to avoid it!

Fan Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with a frantic determination.

"Since we can't avoid it, then we won't try to avoid it!"

He no longer suppressed the spiritual power within his body, but instead pushed the wisp of divine consciousness that had penetrated deep into the riverbed to its limit.

"rise!"

Fan Yuan roared inwardly.

He did not intend to use his own strength to fight against the Wind Patrol Envoy, but rather to take advantage of the power at the bottom of the Flowing Sand River!

As he activated his divine sense, the riverbed, which had been silent for hundreds of millions of years, suddenly trembled slightly.

That wisp of divine consciousness enveloped by the Weak Water acted like a fuse, instantly igniting the long-accumulated essence of the sediment in this area.

"Boom!"

A deep rumble came from the depths of the riverbed, as if an earth dragon were turning over.

Just as the blue claws were about to touch Fan Yuan's head, the mud and sand beneath him suddenly exploded!

A turbid, pitch-black torrent of mud and sand, heavy to the extreme, shot into the sky like a volcanic eruption!

This is no ordinary mud and sand, but rather a sacred soil containing the essence of sediment and soaked in the Weak Water for countless years!

"What is this thing?!"

The Wind Inspector's expression changed drastically. He could clearly sense that the surging torrent of mud and sand contained a terrifying power that made his heart pound.

That is a sense of tranquility that can suppress and wear down everything!

"Bang!"

The blue claws collided violently with the torrent of mud and sand.

The once indestructible demonic claws, upon contact with the torrent of mud and sand, instantly became sluggish and stagnant, like a bull trapped in a swamp.

Each grain of sand was like a tiny file, relentlessly wearing down the demonic energy on the claws.

In the blink of an eye, the huge blue claw dimmed and finally disintegrated under the scouring of the mud and sand, turning into specks of blue light that dissipated in the water.

"How is that possible?!"

The Wind Patrolman stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief. He, a great demon in the Refining God Realm, had his full-force attack blocked by the mud at the bottom of the river.

However, what terrified him even more was yet to come.

After the mud and sand torrent dispersed the sharp claws, its momentum did not diminish. It transformed into a turbid earth dragon, opening its huge mouth to devour him!

On this earth dragon, the Wind Patrol Envoy sensed a will emanating from the Flowing Sand River itself. This was a rejection of the intruders and a suppression of those who dared to challenge the majesty of the Weak Water!

"not good!"

The Wind Patrolman was terrified and no longer cared about chasing Fan Yuan. He quickly retrieved his demon core and retreated rapidly.

But this mud and sand dragon was propelled by Fan Yuan using the terrain, and its speed at the bottom of the river was astonishing.

"puff!"

Although the Wind Patrolman reacted extremely quickly, he was still struck by the Earth Dragon's tail, which damaged his protective demonic aura.

The shield shattered instantly, and the Wind Ranger felt an overwhelming force slam into his chest. He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, instantly staining the surrounding river red.

Taking advantage of the brief moment, Fan Yuan darted into the deep pit left by the mudslide, completely concealing himself amidst the chaotic water and dust.

He knew that this attack was merely using the opponent's strength against them, not his true skill. Once the sandstorm's energy subsided and the Wind Patrol Envoy regained his senses, he would still be doomed.

We must escape now!

Moreover, after that brief contact and stimulation, his consciousness had retained a trace of pure sand essence, an unexpected gain from this trip.

……

At the bottom of the Liusha River, where undercurrents surged, Fan Yuan sat cross-legged in a depression in the riverbed eroded by the water. His face was ashen, but his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

His divine sense was locked onto a wisp of earthy yellow aura, which was the pure essence of the sediment that he had intercepted.

Even this tiny bit is as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Fan Yuan felt that he was not pulling a wisp of energy, but trying to drag a towering mountain with his soul.

The essence of the sand had not yet entered his body; it was merely suspended at the entrance of his meridians, yet it caused his bones to creak and groan, as if he were about to be crushed into dust by this terrifying weight.

"Get in...!"

Fan Yuan roared inwardly, and the Weak Water Spiritual Power within his body, like tough chains, wrapped layer upon layer around that wisp of Sand Essence, desperately dragging it into his dantian.

With every inch of movement, a tearing pain shot through the meridians; it was not the cutting of sharp energy, but the crushing force of extreme weight.

His meridian barriers were forcibly stretched open under this immense pressure. The tiny cracks that had just appeared were barely repaired by the subsequent surge of weak water spiritual energy.

This is a torment that teeters on the brink of destruction.

Fan Yuan gritted his teeth. He knew that time was precious and the patrolling envoy above could catch up at any moment.

Finally, at the moment when his divine sense was almost exhausted, the wisp of sediment essence emitted a faint hum, finally breaking through the final barrier and rushing into his main meridian along the spiritual energy line.

"boom!"

Fan Yuan felt a loud bang in his mind, as if an ancient yellow dragon had crashed into his body.

Wherever the essence of the sand passed, the originally wide meridians instantly became narrow, and the intense swelling pain almost made him faint. However, he clearly sensed that after this terrifying weight crushed him, the originally fragile meridian barrier was forcibly widened by more than 30%, and became more resilient and thick.

This is the domineering power of the primordial, exotic spiritual energy: nothing can be established without destruction.

That wisp of vital energy surged forward with unstoppable momentum, eventually converging into the dantian's energy sea.

Fan Yuan was initially worried that the earth-elemental sedimentary sand essence would conflict with his Weak Water True Meaning, but a strange scene unfolded.

After the wisp of sedimentary essence entered the dantian, it did not rush around recklessly. Instead, under the protection and guidance of the Weak Water True Meaning, it slowly sank down.

It's like silt that has found its home, quietly settling at the very bottom of the dantian and spreading out.

Water has no fixed shape, which makes it light and changeable, but it also makes it frivolous.

At this moment, with the essence of the sediment as a foundation, the weak water spiritual power in Fan Yuan's dantian seemed to have a riverbed.